JanesPrize by Margrett Dawson

their first try as too jerky and posed. By the third or fourth attempt
they got it right and Pierce materialized in the mirror as a very
realistic-looking ghost. Could a ghost be realistic?

Chapter Five
     
    Jane reveled in the warmth of Pierce
against the length of her back. When they’d finished filming they had settled
into her narrow cot, speaking little, touching gently. Love that night had been
sweet and tender. They had both been tired, nerves strained by what had
happened to them. Their bodies came together as much for comfort as from lust.
After they lay like spoons, one of Pierce’s hands cupping her breast and the
other flat on her stomach. Every so often his muscles gave a tiny twitch as he
sank into sleep and her body responded with a ripple of desire.
    She closed her eyes. She had to get some
sleep if she was to keep her wits about her tomorrow when she took Pierce back
to her town. But her brain wouldn’t quit.
    For a day and a night she’d tried to be
blasé about spending time in the house, and then forced herself to take meeting
a ghost in her stride but she had to confess that her nerves were more than a
bit frayed. As for Pierce, she had no idea what mental and physical strain was
involved in coming back to the world after you’d been dead for decades.
    As she lay in Pierce’s arms and listened to
his even breathing, she racked her brain for anything she’d ever read or heard
about ghosts. Of course there weren’t too many examples of one coming back to
life and taking his place in the world. Was that because it never happened? Or
because the ones who did it were so clever they slipped into a new community
with barely a ripple? Stephen King had some pretty horrifying stories about
people coming back to life, but when they returned they were evil and
terrifying, not drop-dead gorgeous and hungry for sex.
    From what he’d told her and what her mother
had said, Pierce had disappeared eighty or so years ago. His body had
rematerialized and there was nothing wrong with it as far as she could tell. In
fact, it was absolutely, smashingly all there. But did that mean he would continue
his life cycle as he should have done all those years ago? Would he age like
any other human? Or would the process accelerate because he was already
ancient? Or would he stay young and virile, frozen in time while she gradually
grew older?
    The thought made her draw a deep breath.
    “Can’t you sleep?” Pierce’s voice murmured
in her ear and his hand on her abdomen moved to her thigh. A trail of sparks
followed along her nerve endings.
    She muttered something about being close to
dropping off.
    “I can put you to sleep.” He kissed her ear
and then she felt the tip of his tongue trace the edge of her lobe. His fingers
tightened on her breast and she felt his cock swell against the cheeks of her
bottom.
    Immediately a rush of moisture spread
between her legs. Pierce murmured in contentment and pushed two fingers between
her thighs, searching for her clit. He found it and nipped the soft flesh
between his fingers then began to stroke gently, rhythmically. Jane gave
herself up to the delicious sensations in breast and pussy.
    The pressure of his hand made her arch
against him. He held her firm while continuing to pleasure her.
    At last she could take no more. The heat
built up in her belly while the relentless rubbing on her clit sent more
flickers of fire deep into her. The wave began low down and spread up through
the lips of her vulva, burning everything in its path until she cried out and
arched again in his iron grip.
    “Is that better?” he whispered.
    She could only nod, still feeling his cheek
against her hair.
    “Best sleeping potion there is,” he said.
    She was already drifting, her body
completely relaxed, her head empty of any nagging thoughts. She felt him settle
against her again and she slept.
     
    Something woke Jane very early the next
morning. She and Pierce were still folded together. He had been